it is about drugs and how they change u into something of a pure evil. u do what ever it takes to get high.


Slowly into Conscience Slavery

I travled down the lonley road
i was in a power mode

certiantanly incertainty
would hurt me softly

i couldnt feel the real
my soul it would kill

i thrived and lived
concieved and agian releaved

descreption of intention
was a suspension of intuition

masked for a misused perpose
hide as i walk amongst use

Seeing aoura in everyone
they all think its fun

there black and cold
there souls are sold

the thing called drug
held tight real snug

sucked u in deep
your mind it will keep

to tear and wear
it does not care

after it does what it wants
it fluants and taunts

untill u come down and find
untill u come around and rewind

begging for the next fix
ur marked know with 666



Poetry by cory Crook
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Written on 2005-10-17 at 23:01

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